How Do You Think a Turkey Feels on Thanksgiving?

How Do You Think a Turkey Feels on Thanksgiving?

Mandy L

Me, as a Turkey, is about to end my pathetic life with 2 weeks. The devil Thanksgiving is coming after me, maybe in the dark, maybe with a knife and cuts off one of my wings. Oh my god, I feel the tear dripping from my cheek, I can’t stand this even thinking about it. Let me get some dry grass to wipe off my tears and I would tell you my whole life as a Turkey.

I was born and raised in a large but poor farm in California. I have never seen my mom, I have been lived in this farm since I was a chick. I don’t know what she looks like, but sometime I would picture what she looks like. She is definitely a turkey, she must be really nice and pretty, maybe a little bit over weight, if she had a chance to raise me, she would be the best mother in the world. But those were just my imagination. When I was a chick, I had a lot of brothers and sister take care of me. They take care of me, they share food with m, they are like my parents. But, all of them disappeared at that nigh in November, all of them were gone, I was crying and crying, asking one another where have they been, they told me the devil Thanksgiving took them away. Since I am still a Tukey I can’t call the police to look for them or blackmail the owner to tell me where they are, the only thing I did was sitting next to the fence, hoping they would come back one day, but life is ruthless, they have never come back.

Two years later, I finally reached maturity, I am a grown man, and my birthday is in November but everyone in the farm doesn’t seem happy at all, they look terrified. I asked them why they are scared, the only response I got was Thanksgiving. What’s wrong with Thanksgiving? Why are they scared? I was confused but not I feel the fear too. That was yesterday, I was sleeping in bunch of dry grasses, I felt so comfortable and relaxing. Suddenly there was a huge hand, grabbing my wings, putting a black bag on my head, I can’t scream because you know, I am a Turkey, when human cover our vision, we just can’t scream, that’s a really lame ability. But anyways, when I open my small eyes, I was naked, where did my beautiful feathers went? Omg someone tied my wings and my legs,I can’t move anymore. I peeked through the window, the farmer was outside, looking at his knife, smiling. I was sweating, I am scared, please someone come to save me. I hate thanksgiving, it killed all my friends and now it’s about to kill me, I am going to be the thanksgiving meal on the table. People would be tearing up my body, smiling, tasting my body. Oh lord, please don’t let me be a Turkey next time, I don’t want to feel the pain again. Okay, let’s finish up this, see the farmer coming with a knife, oh god, I love you world, I hate you Thanksgiving. Bye bye, World. See you next generation.